Averie threw the vibrating phone onto the mattress, where it bounced twice before swiftly settling down, playing music.
As the actor stepped out of the bathroom, his bathrobe fluttered. Feet inclined, he tapped dance towards the jar of water. With the grace of a swan, he swayed his bum, poured himself a glass, and drank as if it were the blood of Christ.
Bobbing his head and shaking his shoulders, he walked to the middle of the room.
With an expression so sublime, he wrapped his hands around an imaginary pole and ground his pelvis against it.
"Saddie, you should've never danced to my songs," he sang in a passionate voice. "Daddy, where's my purse, where's my car?"
As he moaned and danced, Miss Meow watched from the corner of the room, frozen while grooming herself.
Her eyes shifted back and forth between the man and the phone. One simple leap, and she would snatch it before he could react. After that, running to the balcony and jumping off would be a piece of cake.
